I'd Rather Be In London
So I've renamed my blog. It was done quickly, and without much thought. I'm just not clever when it comes to titles. However, I figured the above statement would pretty much always be true.
Have you ever tried to type with a bird nipping at your fingertips? Trust me, it isn't easy. Bird has been on a big ol' Adventure Quest lately and it's beginning to wear on me. Sure, it's cute. She can open her little cage door and get herself out -- fly around -- search & explore -- then return to her little cage. But I always have to worry about stepping on her or closing her in a cabinet, and the toilet must always be closed. But I love her, so I put up with it.
But back to the title of my blog. I am ready to move on. I don't want to think about the stupid trial or my testimony any longer. I went through one hell of an ordeal, and it caused me tremendous pain. Now it's time to move on. And then I receive a call from a certain friend today. This friend has the transcript of the trial. Interestingly enough, I asked the prosecutor if I could get a transcript and I was told that it would cost thousands of dollars. But suddenly I have access to the transcript, free of charge. I asked my friend to copy my testimony for me. I want to know what I said. As time goes on, the memory of my testimony becomes foggier and foggier. It will be quite interesting to get my hands on that transcript.
I guess the point of this story is two-fold: I am no longer a witness. But just when I think I'm ready to move on, I get a phone call -- or some other reminder of the trial. It never really ends.
I'd Rather Be In London.
Other things happening: Well, kids are sick. David came home from school this morning because he vomited. He's pretty sick, poor baby. He is watching cartoons, but looking quite peaked. And Anna needs to be evaluated for back pain. She is unable to feel pressure on the right side of her back, no matter how hard you press. She can feel the touch, but not the pressure. For the 16-year-old kid, I think this is really weird. And she's my little health-nut. She eats the healthiest diet of any kid I've ever known, she exercises quite a bit with all her dancing, and she gets enough sleep. I don't know what's going on with her. I'm getting concerned. And poor Kathleen has a cold. That leaves only the baby, Little MJ, without a major health catastrophe at this time.
Good times.
Meanwhile, soccer and track seasons are starting. And spring is nowhere to be found.
Oh yeah. I need some London. Need it bad.
Have you ever tried to type with a bird nipping at your fingertips? Trust me, it isn't easy. Bird has been on a big ol' Adventure Quest lately and it's beginning to wear on me. Sure, it's cute. She can open her little cage door and get herself out -- fly around -- search & explore -- then return to her little cage. But I always have to worry about stepping on her or closing her in a cabinet, and the toilet must always be closed. But I love her, so I put up with it.
But back to the title of my blog. I am ready to move on. I don't want to think about the stupid trial or my testimony any longer. I went through one hell of an ordeal, and it caused me tremendous pain. Now it's time to move on. And then I receive a call from a certain friend today. This friend has the transcript of the trial. Interestingly enough, I asked the prosecutor if I could get a transcript and I was told that it would cost thousands of dollars. But suddenly I have access to the transcript, free of charge. I asked my friend to copy my testimony for me. I want to know what I said. As time goes on, the memory of my testimony becomes foggier and foggier. It will be quite interesting to get my hands on that transcript.
I guess the point of this story is two-fold: I am no longer a witness. But just when I think I'm ready to move on, I get a phone call -- or some other reminder of the trial. It never really ends.
I'd Rather Be In London.
Other things happening: Well, kids are sick. David came home from school this morning because he vomited. He's pretty sick, poor baby. He is watching cartoons, but looking quite peaked. And Anna needs to be evaluated for back pain. She is unable to feel pressure on the right side of her back, no matter how hard you press. She can feel the touch, but not the pressure. For the 16-year-old kid, I think this is really weird. And she's my little health-nut. She eats the healthiest diet of any kid I've ever known, she exercises quite a bit with all her dancing, and she gets enough sleep. I don't know what's going on with her. I'm getting concerned. And poor Kathleen has a cold. That leaves only the baby, Little MJ, without a major health catastrophe at this time.
Good times.
Meanwhile, soccer and track seasons are starting. And spring is nowhere to be found.
Oh yeah. I need some London. Need it bad.
posted by Juanita at
10:52 AM
2 Comments:
Ari's doing soccer right now. I guess we're a bit warmer down here so we can start earlier.
We've been hit with illness after illness this year ourselves. However, it's been at least a week since somebody puked, so maybe we're good now!
I'd rather be in London too, actually. Well, I'd rather be in London with the lotto winnings in my pocket, to be specific.
I've got to get a lottery ticket too! Kira, I'll send you some if I win.
Jennifer, I hope you and your kids will recover.
Daylight savings time has made my mind numb. Sorry my comment sucks.
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